With reckless abandon, I dove head first into an equation that equalled sorrow and misery. My mind became caught up in a world of pleasure and happiness, like a wide-eyed teenager envisioning leaving the nest. A malfeasance of sorts, to believe that a situation would change my life, my thoughts and my circumstance. Reflecting on my parochialism, I feel the affect seeping through my veins afflicting my heart with a stain. And then, the tears like oceans of emotions exploding from the confines of a tightly secured place that I never invite a single soul to visit, bring me back to the home I've always knew. And as the light dims on yet another quest to find myself inside of fantasy, I lay my troubles down on paper. This pen is the vessel, like a soldier fighting to survive, to stay alive. I breathe and the words metasticize into a systemic desire to create. The vowels define the path as the consonants finalize the meaning of this...experience. My mind keeps repeating a sentence.  Each day I live, I grow closer to the day I die, what do I want to leave behind?